Witch Hearts by Liz Long

well, with short, silky gray fur and bright green eyes. “Sorry about the mess,” a voice came from the back bedroom. Cooper, all six feet, three inches of lean muscle, entered the room and walked over to give Ruby and Aziza a hug. “Hey Rubes. It’s good to see you,” he said as he enveloped her. “It’s been too long.” Ruby's head came to his neck and she smelled his cologne when they touched. She pushed back the flood of memories that came with Cooper, tried to ignore the long scar on his throat. She bit her tongue about his comment. Aziza purred between their body warmth; Ruby pulled back and looked up at Cooper's short blond hair and stoic expression. “How are you?” she asked him. She could read the pain in his green eyes even as he shrugged. “I’ve been better.” “Why did you tear the place apart?” Ruby asked. She set Aziza down, much to the cat’s discontent, who leapt onto the couch arm and perched elegantly to watch them. Cooper rubbed his jaw and looked around at the chaos. “I guess I thought maybe I’d find something. That she’d written something down to warn us or say she knew what might happen.” “Didn’t find anything?” “No. I have no idea why this happened to her. I guess she didn’t, either.” “What did the police tell you?” She set her bag on the cozy reading chair next to her. He shrugged. “They called me this morning, told me there’d been an incident and I got to their station around noon. I, uh…I was already on my way here to see Courtney, actually.” Ruby raised an eyebr